Reddog, little big man

Little Reddog and Zelda
Little Reddog and Zelda

Ah yes.  Things went very well the other day when we let Reddog out into the mix with the large doe group.  At least for awhile.

Sam had seen the little guy standing on a very special rock.  A large flattish one that I have elevated on a slant to support one of the green posts that is holding up the fence that separates the two groups.  He was chatting with Oreo the buck who is on the other side (for now), with the two Guernsey does.  Well, apparently when we went back to the house, Little Red got over the fence and in with Oreo.  We can only assume that he scrambled over the fence from that rock, but it’s anyone’s guess, really.  There was blood everywhere, as Little Reddog, regardless of his size in proportion to Oreo, beat the living daylights out of the larger buckling.  Which means that Reddog and Oreo had an all-out head butting war, and Oreo lost.  When we went in, Oreo was standing in the corner, blood covering his white blaze, and Reddog was eating with Saffron and Battie.  The Little Big Red Warrior.  Oy.

All bloodied up
After the battle

Since this is not where I really need Reddog to be, we had to get him back into the other pen, and eventually, with a lot of patient walking to and fro, got him through the open gate and back in with the big girl group (while they were eating their grain in the catchpen around the corner, where they couldn’t get into the action).  Reddog had blood all over him, but it was Oreo’s, not his.  And after Reddog had fought the big boy, he made nice with the two golden girls, and rubbed his head on their necks.  A little surreal.  Everyone painted red.

I am so glad this happened during a time of year with no fly activity.  Oreo’s head is fine, but we never got all the blood out of his fur, and he is so skittish, he hates being handled.  I didn’t want to overdo the issue since he had just been vanquished by the little guy.  And we would have had to get the blood off of everyone else as well.

We put up a little extra piece of fencing at the point above the slanted rock, but I think that since Reddog has fought the fight, he does not seem to want to go there.  Which is a good thing.  I want him in with the larger group, as some of them are not bred, and we just might get a couple more Golden Guernsey cross babies in 2016 this way.  If he was that assertive with Oreo, I suspect his manhood has arrived!  We can at least hope.

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12 thoughts on “Reddog, little big man”

  1. were Saffon and Battie already bred by Oreo? do you know/think?
    and is it a possibility that while engaging in the battle, Reddog might
    have taken a little time out for them? And if so, would you do a
    DNA test for paternity? Like through UC Davis?
    OY i Guess…it’s endless. Have passed through phase one and two
    here and it feels like the lull before the storm of phase Three,,,
    am going to take pics today while everyone is in one piece.
    i have found only one good article on feral goats and haven’t
    been able to locate it since…thinking it would help me know what
    would go on with them in the wild…
    again….this helps so much…reading this.

  2. This story makes me laugh a little. I meet a lot of people who romanticize farm life ….and here is a fairly bloody story where everyone is ok! Those romantics would barely be able to stand it. 🙂 there is a comparison here, btw, to the sentimental but clueless people who say to me, “I wish I had twins!” I think of them when I am caring for one puke-covered kid in the middle of the night, and the other twin wakes up sick and screaming. Or sometimes, when there is blood…
    Oy. The unvarnished truth is a bit more graphic, even when everyone comes out ok later!

  3. Oy, little Reddog has made his headbutting debut! Glad Oreo is okay. Can he reach the girls? He seems like he might be a little short. perhaps he needs a solo, like Manu, the pig. Haha. Go Reddog.

  4. Hi Grace,
    When I got the two Golden Guernsey girls, they had already been bred. Saffron lost her pregnancy a few weeks later and came into heat again. I firmly believe that she has been bred by Oreo, even though I would have preferred a match with Reddog! If I ever had a question, however, I would do a paternity test if it came to the GGs. That is what I would like to breed up to, as much as possible and want to stay on top of that.

    Also, I don’t know where you live, but at a certain point in the winter, most dairy goat breeds stop coming into heat. I think Nigerian Dwarf goats cycle all year, but my girls give it up at a certain point. It’s all a learning curve!

  5. Oh my gosh, Joanne, I can just imagine the things people say about twins! And it’s true, a lot of people think farming is so easy and romantic. It’s not a life for the faint of heart, for sure, and it takes a lot of knowledge to learn how to manage all the needs. And flexibility! Just like children!

    And just like with children, you can’t turn away when there is blood, vomit, diarrhea or a maggoty mess, because someone has to deal with it!

  6. Yes, Kim, Reddog might need a stool! The interesting thing about goats and sheep is where their penis comes out of their belly (it’s almost mid-section). If he can hold himself up on his back legs, he could probably impregnate everyone but Big Zelda! Where there is a horny goat, you would be surprised how agile they can be! (Many years ago I also had a ewe who got bred through a green panel gate. I was very new to ruminants and hadn’t a clue that could happen!)

  7. the curve is way beyond the horizon still. New Mexico is where
    we are. Goats really belong to daughter whose life took a turn and
    they are “temporarily” here…going on 4 years April. are registered
    Nigerian Dwarf. Nobody here gives anything up.

  8. Those bucks can be quite something to handle. My friend here who has goats said their buck rammed her husband back 6 feet into a big post and knocked him out. When he woke up, the buck was standing over him, and he thought for sure he was done for, but the buck backed down and walked away. That buck had been in with the does and her husband thought the buck was done and tried to lead him away. The buck apparently wasn’t finished with business and was not going anywhere, with anybody!

  9. I know, it’s dicey dealing with bucks and rams (I ended up in the hospital from being knocked down by a ram. Deep muscle bruising in my thigh that bled down into my leg. Nasty.) They can be extremely dangerous! I do find that the bucks are a little different to deal with than the rams were, but I never take anything for granted.

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